[You haven't asked yet.]
[An elderly navigator in a gorgeous robe suddenly pushed away the crowd around him.]
[He slowly steps forward and bows in your direction.]
["Thank you for saving our lives. The Terran navigator family will remember all your heroic deeds…" the older navigator said in a trembling voice.]
["Betrayer, are you still loyal to the Emperor? Are you still loyal to the Empire of Man?" You were silent for a moment, and your deep and rich voice echoed in everyone's ears through the metal helmet.]
["For thousands of years, the Navigator family has never been involved in the political whirlpool of the empire, but now, it is the Pale Lord who has betrayed us first…" The third eye on the forehead of the elderly navigator seemed to reveal the anger from the heart, and he whispered. ]
["We are willing to atone with our lives for our heretical acts of betraying the Imperium of Mankind and the Emperor… Respected Astartes Brothers, please lead us in trying to reverse the current tragic situation."]
[You glanced at the navigators and mortal servants around you through the helmet goggles.]
[You seem to see from their eyes the regret for following the Death Guard rebels and the fear of death.]
["The Death Guard flagship 'Estrange' has not yet become a living warship, and has already penetrated deep into the warp... A group of powerless navigators can't do anything big, so let's take it one step at a time..." You remained silent, your thoughts were turning rapidly. ]
[You asked the older navigator about the location of the 'Estrangement's' armory and engine room.]
[You received a rough description of the flagship map from the other party.]
[You turned around and picked up an unknown model of the melta pistol from the body of the Gravekeeper Terminator.]
[You carefully checked the chemical sprayer on the wrist of the Hades Terminator Armor again. It was filled with chemical poison mist that could only support three battles.]
[You glanced at the death cloud launcher on the gravekeeper's body with great regret.]
[The design is almost integrated with the Iron Knight Terminator armor, so you can't remove it by brute force alone. ]
[After that, you simply prepared for the battle and issued an order to the trembling crowd.]
[You ask them to follow you all the time and keep a safe and distant distance. ]
[You will raid the arsenal of the flagship "End" alone, obtain enough weapons and equipment to arm everyone, and proceed to the next attempt. ]
[Your order is supported by the older navigator.]
[Whether it is for atonement or simply to survive, other pilots and mortal servants have to obey your command. ]
[You hold the Butcher's Scythe in one hand, and the Melta Pistol in the other.]
[You walked out of this lower-level slaughterhouse that was specially used to slaughter navigators alone.]
[You walked slowly towards the cabin passage leading to the mid-level armory without hesitation.]
[You vaguely sense the constant scrutiny of the mortal crew members in some cabins.]
[You didn't care about it, and didn't try to incite them to start a riot.]
[Because if there is no unexpected situation, the mortals on this ship will not survive for long. ]
[You slowly drive the Hades Terminator Armor into a narrow passage with servitors all over the metal walls.]
[The almost unchanging scene around you gives you a vague sense of visual dislocation, as if this long, dim passage has no end.]
[At this moment, a half-body servitor in your sight suddenly turned its neck.]
[On that skinny head filled with all kinds of wires and pipes, a pair of lifeless, deep eyes seem to be constantly sizing you up.]
["The first… three… died…" The next second, intermittent tearing sounds were desperately squeezed out from the depths of the opponent's throat.]
[You stepped forward without hesitation, and the butcher's sickle in your hand slashed slightly, completely chopping off the skinny head of the half-servant.]
[However, just as the skinny head fell down with a bang and rolled next to your magnetic boots.]
[A half-body servitor on the other side of the metal wall also suddenly moved.]
[It did not try to speak again, but instead raised a thin arm that was only skin and bones.]
[A trembling finger first pointed to the deepest part of the passage, then made a human walking gesture and a digital gesture indicating the number three.]
["Who are you?" You observe the other person's actions with great caution through the eyepiece of the metal helmet.]
[As if it had heard your question, the half-servant seemed to have completely stopped moving and returned to its usual tranquil state.]
[You stood there and waited for a while. After noticing any other abnormalities, you continued to walk deeper into the passage.]
[You don't believe the goodwill expressed by the other party, but you are also prepared to deal with any attack. ]
[Ten minutes later, as you were about to walk out of the long and narrow passage, you unexpectedly encountered three Astartes monks wearing gray-white power armor who had just entered the passage.]
[You quickly glanced at the grenade launcher hanging on the opponent's waist and the huge sickle in his hand. ]
[You took a deep breath of the pungent chemical air and walked towards the Death Guard.]
[The three Death Guards also immediately discovered you as the Death Shroud.]
[They stood on one side of the passage without hesitation, making way for you while slowly performing the Death Guard's regiment etiquette.]
[You remained silent, and only nodded slightly in response to the three Astartes brothers.]
[Just when you are about to pass by three respectful Astartes monks.]
["Are you still loyal to the Emperor?" You suddenly asked them.]
["Uh… huh?" The three Astartes brothers seemed to be briefly shocked by your sudden words.]
[Perhaps as rebels, they didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.]
[The next second, you raised the melta pistol in your palm without hesitation, aimed at the helmet of an Astartes monk and pulled the trigger.]
[At the same time, the Butcher's Scythe held tightly in your other hand suddenly slashed through the air.]
[It was inserted deep into the power armor of an Astartes Brother from the neck. ]
[The next moment, the terrifying orange-red molten heat melted the Astartes Brother's metal helmet in the blink of an eye, including the head inside.]
[The Butcher's Scythe you pulled so hard almost split the Astartes Brother diagonally in half.]
["Damn you death shroud! You traitor…"]
[However, just when the last Astartes Brother went completely crazy and was about to swing his huge sickle to attack you.]
[You have already turned the muzzle of the Melta pistol and pulled the trigger repeatedly.]
[Squeak, squeak, squeak——]
Thank you for your support!
(End of this chapter)